In a park in JerusalemI sit on a stone benchStone at my backIt is cool springLight jacketNo socksand the grass is so greenPatches of sunlight, warmPurple dripping from the trees

Beneath the canopy of green I smell themThe scent heavy beneathfrom what hangs abovefrom what grows to the sideSage, lavender , I never knowmy sense of smell has never been goodbut here, in this city, it is always betterthan other placesThe scent, heavy, familiar, makes me want to weepA happy-sad weepingand I understand what he meantabout smell being the most spiritual of the senses.

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I am a rabbi, teacher, daughter, sister, friend, dog-lover, woman, human being. Called to an active Jewish life through music and prayer, I endeavor to bring the teachings and traditions of Judaism to others. I truely believe that Judaism can deepen the meaning, understanding and spirituality of both the sacred and ordinary moments in our lives.